Cliff Kresge double bogies final hole in round two at Deere Classic, makes cut on the nose. Actually, that takes guts--to stumble when you seem to have the cut wrapped up and then make the final putt when you need to.

I joined a popular homeschooling forum two days ago, posted to it less than a handful of times, and was banned from it yesterday. (A short ban. It was lifted today at 5:00 PM.)

The reason stated for my banning: "Argue without sarcasm, please." In a political thread where people were complaining about evil corporations selling non-nutritious food, I wrote that it was horrible how corporations abducted people and force fed them PopTarts.

(I had an inkling that the other place wasn't a good place to talk politics when someone replying to me felt inclined to hotlink the definition of "laissez faire." But it's not a political forum except for the off-topic area, and even there only in part, so expectations should have been better informed.)

That's funny, Freeman. Those homeschooling Moms, especially the Waldorf ones, can be downright brutal. One minute they're telling you about the peace and tranquility they achieve through yoga and Buddhism; the next minute they're trying to run you down with their Prius.

But what you say about Althouse is certainly true-- it's a wonderful sanctuary city here on the 'tubes.

My heart is filled with joy and love for all humanity. It took days of rending of clothes and gnashing of teeth, but I did finally find a solution to Blogger's search problem. Apparently, the problem is widespread. On that blog, there is a word, word cluster, phrase, or sentence in hieroglyphics on individual pages. The idea is to use Blogger's search box to enter an English word to produce corresponding hieroglyphics. But, once the posts exceeded 1,000 Blogger stopped searching the oldest posts. (Posts and pages are separate entities on Blogger) That situation would not do. I'm sensing I'm only about 1/10 done, or less. I tried five different codes for widgets, gadgets, 3rd party site crawls, and such. I tried switching to reliable templates. I tried WordPress. I tried hosting on my own site. I changed Blogger's CSS and HTML to no avail. In all cases, Blogger's own search is still best because it displays the results all at once, not just links to results which would mean multiple clicks instead of instant gratification. The solution was in using Blogger's new style posting window and adjusting the date-related posting option, a change not possible on the posting window I prefer. Those had to be changed one at a time. Luckily, I could open over 100 windows at a time and change them in stacks, but now my hands ache.

But now I'm behind schedule for the Astromoths pop-up card. I've been thinking about this for weeks and still can only see vaguely how to convey the idea of NASA moths presenting themselves, taking off in a rocket, turning around in the upper atmosphere, and returning to Earth to bash into a light bulb factory. I'm imagining that can be shown in four pages.

I tracked the one-page Trannysaurus Rex pop-up card to San Francisco. That's kind of fun to watch online the card progress across the country. It was delivered yesterday, one day in advance of the birthday.

I bought 15 Mexican vanilla beans through eBay that need to be turned into something. They're not as fat as I thought they'd be.

Titus: So now I've got this vision of hard tits so large that they've got to rotate the Arsenal Bridge (a federal installation, by the way--military) to accommodate the height of the traffic, thus backing up traffic in Davenport and Rock Island for miles.

And now I have a mish-mash of imagery and references on the brain, including that vignette about the runaway breast in Woody Allen's "Everthing You Wanted to Know About Sex" and "Pink Elephants on Parade" from "Dumbo."

Sheesh. I've only been up for 20 minutes. It's gonna be a day, I can tell.